Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Good Things Die, artist - Ugly Heroes. Album song Ugly Heroes, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.05.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
Good Things Die |
| «Don't let a good thing die |
| Cause honey you know, I’ll never lie to you» |
| With all the beauty in my life, hit the mic 'till the lights out |
| Bet Barrack play this in the White House when his wife’s out |
| I got that good shit, hood shit |
| Purple with them orange veins |
| People say that yours taste like a wood chip |
| You rookies push shit, million dollar rapper, DiBiase on the mic |
| While you all is sloppy like the brothers Bushwack |
| Pop had put his cock in momma’s bush back |
| In '78, the doc saw my face and tried to push back |
| Wear helmets on all limbs or all ribs broken |
| I’m an angel of death and death adapt and taking what the Lord gives |
| What gives? |
| Every written’s all fibs |
| Ya’ll bids phony, fishier than dolphins |
| You’re mermaids, sayin' Verb ain’t relevant |
| It’s like using dog bags pickin' up the turd of an elephant |
| Sayin' you ain’t feelin' it, you full of shit, fell in it |
| Wipe off and shut your mic off before I yell in it |
| «Don't let a good thing die» |
| See any day could be your last, quit living in the past kid |
| «Don't let a good thing die» |
| You want drama, take a class, get your PhD |
| «Don't let a good thing die» |
| See any moment I could pop out and leave you seein' asterisks |
| «Don't let a good thing die» |
| Cause when it comes to spittin' raps I got my PhD |
| Now Verbal’s said he’s having fun |
| So I said «Fuck it let me join in.» |
| No avoidin' it, appointed let the static run |
| These half-a-ton rappers claiming they ready |
| I have the sun wrapped around my neck, chain gettin' heavy |
| I got the planets aligning with the planning to sign it |
| Then have them standing in line to see me ranting and rhyming |
| They gassing you up with all those additives lying |
| You buying that shit, what kind of fucking planet am I in? |
| I’m off that, respect gettin' respect it’s nothing left for the rest |
| I fucking called it so I’m getting it next |
| I got the shit to make 'em fucking feel something deep and something real |
| Surface-level rappers wonder why they don’t fucking appeal |
| We give them real shit, real shit |
| I want to be that rapper that they feel like they could go get a meal with |
| Or split a cab with or share a tab with |
| My mother call me Chris, I give a fuck about this rap shit |